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Nature In Balance
by Judith K. Witherow

When birds of prey
do earthward glide,
to search the meadows
where unwary reside.
Swift is their sighting,
no breaking of stride.
Curved talons at ready,
shrill screeches of pride.
Fulfilling the ritual
that faint hearts deride,
Nature's the choreographer
when two worlds collide.

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